A Gift from the Prophet

After searching all day and finding few clues, the three returned to the house where they were staying.

After a satisfying dinner, Frieren and Fern returned to their rooms to rest.

Rienta stayed behind to clear the dishes. With "magic that removes grease," washing them was actually a quick job.

Once he had finished, Rienta returned to his room.

Without the slightest surge of mana, a portal suddenly appeared before him.

It was the entrance to his Personal Space.

Rienta stepped through the portal with some eagerness.

If the real world was warm, gentle, and peaceful, then the world inside his Personal Space was lonely, cold, and utterly devoid of life.

"Even after all these years, coming in here still feels like going to hell every time."

Rienta looked out at this world with a sigh.

"But it's convenient for storage."

In front of Rienta was a large pile of the trio's luggage that was difficult to carry.

Most of it belonged to Frieren, and it consisted of all sorts of useless items.

Rienta rarely entered his Personal Space, but today he had happened to discover a new change in his panel.

With a thought, a transparent panel that only Rienta could see appeared before him.

There was very little information on it.

[Anchor 1: Heiter]

Reward: "Magic That Heals Everything" (cannot be taught)

[Anchor 2: Fern]

Reward: Personal Space (living creatures cannot enter, except the host)

That was what the panel had shown before, which was why Rienta rarely opened it.

But today, Rienta had happened to see a flashing message icon on the panel.

That was why he had come to his Personal Space to investigate the new feature.

A little curious and a little excited, Rienta clicked on the message icon.

[A gift from the Hero of the South]

"Hello, traveler from another world."

"By the time you receive this letter, the Demon King is probably already dead. But there's no need to worry. Just think of it as a journey..."

The letter was long, but in short, this hero with the power of foresight had known of his arrival long ago and had given him a gift.

Telekinesis.

Rienta had read some accounts of the Hero of the South in the histories of magic.

A human hero with the power of foresight, he had died alongside Schlacht of the Demon King's Army, who possessed the same power.

Besides, there had been no option to refuse on the panel. Once Rienta opened the letter, the gift had already become a part of him.

Rienta: "..."

Since things had come to this, Rienta stopped dwelling on it and began experimenting with Telekinesis.

An iron sword rose into the air from his pile of luggage.

It performed all sorts of difficult maneuvers in the air, such as making right-angle turns.

"So smooth. It's much more convenient than flight magic."

After testing its maneuverability, Rienta began testing the limits of his Telekinesis.

Using himself and the luggage beside him, he got a rough idea of the maximum weight he could control without sacrificing maneuverability.

With his current mental strength, he could control a weight of about two hundred kilograms for around ten minutes.

"That's enough." Rienta was very satisfied with the gift.

"I can have a bigger sword made and use it to fly."

After indulging in the fantasy, Rienta prepared to leave his Personal Space. He was a little tired after searching all day.

With a wave of his hand, a portal appeared before him.

Beyond it was the place Rienta had just left.

Back in the real world, Rienta dismissed his clone and lay down on his bed, ready to sleep.

"Tonight, I'll dream of being a sword immortal in white!"

With dreams of being a sword immortal in his heart, Rienta slowly drifted off to sleep.

Wait, I don't think I have the money to have one made.

A serious problem suddenly flashed through Rienta's mind before he fell asleep.

In the next room, Frieren sensed that Rienta had disappeared for a while and then reappeared.

This had been happening for a long time.

According to Rienta, he had gone into his Personal Space.

Only Rienta himself could enter this space; no other living creatures could go in.

Frieren accepted his explanation. As an elf, she was only a little over a thousand years old and still quite young.

It was perfectly normal for there to be magic she had never seen before.

Frieren sensed that Rienta had returned. Though his mana had doubled, it was good that he was back.

Thinking no more of it, Frieren rolled over and went back to sleep.

Early the next morning.

Rienta got up late for once.

That was because his sword immortal dream the night before had not been a pleasant one.

"Brother Rienta, there's breakfast for you in the kitchen."

Fern really was dependable.

A little touched, Rienta said, "Thanks, Fern."

Although Frieren often slept in herself, she had Fern. A little curious, she said:

"Rienta, this is unusual for you. If you'd been any later, Fern would have knocked on your door."

Normally, Rienta and Fern made breakfast for the three of them together.

Rienta would occasionally make food the girls had never seen before.

He went to the kitchen, fetched the breakfast Fern had saved for him, and hastily stuffed down a few bites.

He looked at Fern, who was drinking tea nearby, and asked, "Fern, do we still have enough travel money?"

Fern looked at her brother warily. "Brother Rienta, don't get any ideas about our travel money."

"All right," Rienta said with a helpless sigh.

His path to becoming a sword immortal had been blocked by forces beyond his control, and there was nothing he could do about it for now.

"Is there something you want to buy, Rienta?" Frieren asked.

"Nothing." Feeling a little guilty, Rienta kept his rather childish idea to himself.

Seeing that, Frieren did not press him. She stood up and said energetically:

"Then let's keep looking for Blue-Moon Weed today!"

A month later.

After searching for Blue-Moon Weed during the day, Rienta would go to the woods to practice his swordsmanship.

With Telekinesis, Rienta's Sword Flight really did have a bit of the feel of the cultivation novels from his previous life.

"Fern?"

Rienta sensed Fern nearby. She rarely came to watch him train.

He put away his sword and asked, a little puzzled, "What's wrong, Fern?"

Fern looked at her brother, who still made time to practice swordsmanship every day, and asked:

"Brother Rienta, do you think we'll find Blue-Moon Weed?"

So that's what this is about.

Rienta patted Fern on the head.

Hmm, her hair feels surprisingly nice.

"We probably can, but there's no telling how long it'll take."

Instead of batting Rienta's hand away as usual, Fern lowered her head and said:

"Lady Frieren might spend years or even decades searching for something so elusive."

"But Lady Frieren could be helping so many more people."

Rienta did not know how to answer Fern's question.

Humans and long-lived races really did have very different perceptions of time.

But Rienta had a way to solve this problem.

He gave Fern's head a vigorous rub.

He did not let go until Fern puffed out her cheeks and glared at him, a little angry. Then he cleared his throat and said:

"Fern, I do have a clue about the Blue-Moon Weed."

"?"

"No wonder you weren't worried at all, Brother Rienta."

Fern was like a hissing cat.

Rienta hurriedly said, "Fern, it's not that I deliberately kept it from you."

"I don't know whether the clue is real, either."

"Do you remember the Seed Mice, Fern?"

Successfully distracted, Fern remembered the two Seed Mice she had released a month ago.

"I do, but what does that have to do with Blue-Moon Weed?"

Rienta straightened his back, took a small blackboard and a slender magic wand out of his Personal Space, and put on a doctoral cap that Fern had made for him.

He took out a cushion and handed it to Fern. "Student Fern, please sit down."

"All right, Brother Rienta."

Rienta then used the same "hot tea magic" as before to conjure two cups of black tea and set them in front of them.

Fern felt her fists clench, and a frightening aura radiated from her.

Seeing this, Rienta gulped down his hot tea and used magic to display the Seed Mice's habits that he had looked up on the blackboard.

"Seed Mice are pests that eat seeds. No one knows how many years these creatures have existed."

"And they have a habit of storing the food they collect somewhere safe."

"So..."

"So we only need to find a Seed Mouse, and we can use it to find where they hide their food."

"There's a good chance there'll be Blue-Moon Weed there." Fern excitedly supplied the answer.

Rienta put the props back in his Personal Space and said helplessly:

"Student Fern, remember to raise your hand next time."

"Sumimasen."

"All right, all right. Let's look for traces of Seed Mice tomorrow."

Fern had come in low spirits and left in a flurry of activity.

"My judgment shouldn't be wrong."

Rienta stroked his chin. It was the intuition of a longtime otaku.